Page 23 of Brooke's Bliss
Sure.That was sexy.
They were weirder than she thought they would be.Somehow inher head they were like a lot of the guys she met when she came home.Concernedwith partying and rodeoing their way through life.A girl in every town.Theyweren’t serious and wouldn’t ever be about a woman.
And that was exactly how she wanted it.
She was a conquest.But then they were stress relief.It wasgood.No one would get hurt because there weren’t feelings involved.Theywouldn’t have any, and she wouldn’t let herself have any.
Except when Shane kissed her, it felt like something more.It felt like the ground moving under her feet, the world shifting in asignificant way.
It scared her but she wasn’t going to let that stop hersince Bay’s kiss hadn’t been the same.
“I’m stressed, too,” Bay said quietly.
“Is there something going on out at the G?The cows givingyou hell?”she teased.
“He’s got an exhibit coming up, and Stef’s bringing out hiswealthy art critic friends,” Shane replied.“Not that it matters because hisworth is not tied to some guy from LA liking what he does.”
She’d forgotten he was an artist.She would blow that offsince everyone thought they were an artist, but there was the problem of StefTalbot being his mentor.If Stef was behind him, he was good.
Which meant he wasn’t a simple, gorgeous cowboy walkingaround like sex on a stick.
Nope.That’s what he was tonight, and they only had tonight.Besides, the kiss she’d shared with Shane hadn’t really been that good.It feltthat way because it had been a while.She wouldn’t respond to Bay the way shehad to him.
But she kind of wanted to find out.
She unbuckled the belt around her hips.Their truck was oldschool, so it didn’t protest her lack of seatbelt as she moved and placedherself on Bay’s lap.
“Oh, damn,” he breathed, but his hands went to her hips.“This is not how I thought the night would go.”
She stared at him.He was a work of art.With sensual lipsand a straight jawline and green eyes that seemed to sparkle in the low light.She took off his hat and tossed it in the small back seat before running herhands over his hair.
He was hers for the night, and she was going to enjoy him.
Them.Both of them.Her treat for the night.
“How did you think it would go?”She whispered the question,her lips almost touching his.“Did you think I would ignore my creepystalkers?”
“Well,” he whispered back, “I kind of hoped you wouldn’tconsider me creepy or a stalker.How about you think of me as an interestedparty?”
“What are you interested in, Bay?”she asked, feeling herwhole body tighten as his hands started to move on her.
“You,” Bay replied, his eyes on her lips.“I’m interested inyou, Brooke Harper.”
Dangerous words, but she didn’t care at this point.He wasdoing exactly what she needed him to do.Making her feel like she wasimportant, like someone wanted her.
Cleo had done that, too.Her old friend had asked her tocome in and look at the costumes for the season that opened in six weeks.She’dagreed to it since it wasn’t like she had anything better to do, but being abasic seamstress for a rural theater hadn’t exactly brought her spirits up.
This was.The way they looked at her.Like she was the mostgorgeous woman on the planet.She realized this was all a part of theirroutine, but it worked.
“Good, because I’m interested in you, too…” She was about tocall him Kent.She’d planned on calling both of them Kent, but Shane hadstopped her from putting that careful distance between them.Damn Dom.She knewone when she met one.It wasn’t like she hadn’t understood what happened inStef Talbot’s playroom.She’d just thought they’d gone because of the kinkysex.He’d been serious with that question.
Did she want vanilla sex?It was all she’d ever had, andhonestly, there hadn’t been much of that in the first place.
It didn’t matter since they had one night, and she intendedto make it last.
But first she was going to kiss Bay again and remind herselfthat they weren’t perfect since the connection she’d felt to Shane hadn’t beenin that first kiss with Bay.It had been a little awkward, like the manhimself.It was good because the last thing she needed was to find wildchemistry with both of them when she wasn’t going to keep them.
She stared at him for a moment, memorizing the stark linesof his face and how his jaw tightened as he stared back at her.It wasn’t theonly part of his body that reacted.She could feel his cock under her, and ittook everything she had not to rub herself against him.She leaned over andkissed him.
